Big Iron

Previously

…As she stood there, bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun and the even warmer glow of Troy’s dedication, Sarah Jenkins felt a grudging respect, a nascent admiration, begin to take root. The skepticism that had been her constant companion was slowly, surely, giving way to something else. Something that felt a lot like hope. And perhaps, just perhaps, a little bit of wonder. The truck, she realized, wasn't just being restored. It was transforming them both.